“Clean as a whistle,” Kenneth said.

“The inert steel casing is sitting on the shop workbench right now.

It’ll make a nice desk ornament for the commander.”

“Did base command call about Lieutenant Wyler?”

“They did,” Kenneth said, and I could hear him tapping his steel-toe boot with a wrench over the phone.

“Lieutenant Easton Wyler turned in the key to his public affairs desk twenty minutes ago.

Base security logged his conduct from the school assembly report.”